Waxing and waning faith
My faith isn't perfect. The perfectionist in me hates that. After all, I have already been through so many trials, tests, and tribulations - all either caused or allowed by my Lord - that I was hoping my faith would be perfected by now. To never doubt. To never waver. But I'm just not there yet. I feel like I was there before. Before the hits just kept on coming, with no end in sight. See, I thought I would be in a season of plenty by now. Now don't get me wrong. I want for nothing, really. I am very grateful for all the Lord has given me. By season of plenty, I mean more a season of fruition . Where the heck is all the fruit from all of the former seasons of "threshing," "raking," "plowing" - you get the gardening metaphors already? I don't see the fruit with my eyes yet. And I don't always sense the spiritual fruit in myself, either. Especially when I doubt. What's a girl to do? Is it possible to regress in our faith